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forbidden love |
| Written by Reanne | |
| Wednesday, 30 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      “Our love is forbidden” you told me. I never thought that those four words would tear me apart. For so long I had hoped to be with you forever, to touch you and to kiss you, forever. But that was the last thing you ever said to me before you left.
I found out from a friend late august that you had gone to live with your aunt in Manitoba. I told myself that you would come back for me, that you loved me. But as time past I began to give up that hope, and after 2 long years I moved on.
I met a man in Toronto his name was Christopher. He was sweet and kind but on our first date he toke advantage of me and left me. Like you, I never herd from him again. I began to think that love was not meant to touch my heart.
I began to drift away from friends and family and feel into a deep depression. My mom would always tell me that you weren’t worth this, that you would want me to be happy. But I knew that was wrong, after all if you wanted me to be happy you would never have left me. After that I often spent the day at the park were we use to have our picnics and I would cry.
I dropped out of college and quit my job and moved to the country. Friends and family stopped visiting and I grew lonely. I got my money from dirty old, men, And those four words still haunted me. A few days after my 23rd birthday, which I spent alone, I found an article in the paper about a man who had thrown himself in front of a moving train in Manitoba. A picture of him and a poem fallowed. I cried so hard that night I though I would never run dry. The next morning I drove out to our park and hung myself.
My funeral was beautiful. I watched from heaven as everyone paid there respects. I was only surprised when you stepped forward and placed one white rose on my coffin, your face red with tears, whispering “I’m so sorry I was too late. I missed you.” Copyright 2008 Reanne |
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